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Hoseok knows he said too much yet again when Namjoon touched his knee from underneath the table. His breath hitched in his throat, it was too late to take the words back. They weren’t bad and Hoseok would’ve have minded wasn’t it for Namjoon’s hand squeezing his thigh and the stern eyes looking back into his own.
Hoseok didn’t know that saying that someone wore too much black could offend that said someone so much. At least Hoseok thinks that Yoongi was offended by the look on his face.
Hoseok didn’t know Yoongi that well. He was just Namjoon’s roommate who sometimes goes along with him to the studio when he has nothing else to do. Yoongi on the other hand was Namjoon’s partner in a project and also a classmate, and on top of that his new friend. His new friend that hated Hoseok apparently.
Not even after a minute of mentioning the overdose of black combinations on Yoongi’s body, Hoseok decides to leave them alone and work on their project without him saying unnecessary nonsense, as Yoongi called it.
He always had known that Yoongi doesn’t like him but he could at least be civil enough to not ignore Hoseok’s whole existence and what he’s saying.
More often than once, Hoseok suggested something good and Namjoon approved it, too, but Yoongi on the other hand ignored everything he said and continued working on his own.
Namjoon once told him that Yoongi actually was a decent guy and actually pretty fun to hang out with, Hoseok can’t imagine that although his creativity was really really strong.
“He hates me,” Hoseok groans when Namjoon arrives home after spending more time inside the studio, working on his project. “He really does hate me.” Throwing himself on the old couch close to the television and watching Namjoon throw his backpack in the corner by the door, Hoseok groaned again just thinking about Yoongi’s annoyed glance. He wanted to be liked by the older because Namjoon seemed to enjoy his company and Namjoon was his friend, too, so Hoseok should also enjoy his company, but that was really hard currently.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Namjoon grabbed himself a water bottle and pats Hoseok knee to signal him to make room, Hoseok does eventually. “He just thinks,” He stops there and looks at Hoseok, almost too concerned to use the right words, it shouldn’t be such a burden to him to find the right words this is Namjoon and not someone .
“He just thinks you’re distracting .”
Hoseok knows he’s a lot to take for some people, and he knows Yoongi isn’t the best one to rub his happiness and enthusiasm on. He’s known to be the stone-man in their university, only really communicating with Namjoon and their shared friends. Which annoys Hoseok really, he tries his best but Yoongi just doesn’t care at all.
“How am I distracting? I’m just trying to help you guys out,” Hoseok shrugs and crosses his arms in front of his chest, probably looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
“I know. And I appreciate your help but,” Namjoon places the now half empty bottle on the coffee table and leans back into the couch right after, the old leather making a sound with his weight. “Yoongi just.. I don’t know he’s Yoongi you have to confront him himself if you want more informations.”
Namjoon leaves after that, leaving Hoseok confused. The only time he had seen Namjoon this unable to have a conversation was when Taehyung told him to to tell Hoseok that he let his necklace fall into the toilet and didn’t wash it before placing it back on the bathroom counter. It was an accident and Hoseok was disgusted, he wore the necklace for solid two weeks before Namjoon couldn’t held in the secret anymore and told him eventually.
So, speaking from his past experiences, Namjoon knew something about Yoongi that Hoseok can’t know and isn’t allowed to. It must be about why he doesn’t like Hoseok, he will get the secret out of Namjoon because he isn’t the best at keeping them.
But how will he start mission get to know why Namjoon’s friend Yoongi doesn’t like him ?
Apparently, the mission starts itself when Hoseok gets invited to go to the bar with Namjoon and Yoongi. They finished their project and got the best grad out of everyone, like expected. And Namjoon thought that Hoseok was there and tried to help them, so he should come along. Great, a perfect moment to start the mission.
What Hoseok didn’t know was, that it wouldn’t be just them, no, almost the entire music production department got together and celebrated the last finals of the semester. Loud chattering and music with alcoholic drinks was usually the best way to spend a Friday evening, but Yoongi looked like he wanted nothing more than to leave with how he was seated at the bar, drink in his hand. A whiskey, fancy. Hoseok had to admit that he looked really good seated on the black barstool, dressed in black yet again. But this time, this time he looked more isolated than in the studio with just Namjoon and Hoseok there. He looked like someone he didn’t even belong to the crowd of students sitting around him. Yoongi looked lost, in his own world and Hoseok tries to understand him. Understand why Namjoon thinks he’s funny, he wants to get to know Yoongi.
“Is this chair taken?” Hoseok, himself, thinks that this wasn’t the right thing to say. He didn’t want to flirt with Yoongi and he still sounded like he tried to. Yoongi eyes him from the side but still shook his head lightly.
Hoseok, although his mood was about to be killed by no one else than Yoongi, sat down and took a sip of his own drink.
He noticed Yoongi stealing one or two glances at him before Hoseok turned to fully face Yoongi.
Now he only had to think about his words and play his cards right to get Yoongi to talk to him. Maybe even get to know why Hoseok was distracting .
“Why do you think I’m distracting?” Really Professional and a good way to start such a topic. Yoongi, on the other hand, almost choked on his drink, the whiskey probably burning his throat now.
“I’m sorry,” Hoseok tried to comfort Yoongi by placing his hand on his back and slightly patted it to help Yoongi with his coughing fit. There were probably people around them, staring at them and the scene they’re in right now.
“No problem,” Yoongi answered after his coughing stopped and he took a sip of the glass of water, that was offered to him from the bartender. Hoseok also doesn’t ignore the stare of the bartender, obviously checking Yoongi out, shamelessly to say at least.
“Why don’t you like me?” Hoseok tried to grab the attention from Yoongi, ignoring the bartender trying to make a conversation with Yoongi. There was a suddenly wave of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t know why it bothers Hoseok so much, had been for month now.
He knows a few people who don’t like his guts and that’s okay, only the fact that Yoongi doesn’t like him makes him want to do anything to change that.
Although he almost gave up on winning Yoongi over with his charm, he didn’t because he had faith in Yoongi’s brown almost dark eyes were too endearing to stop thinking about them.
“I don’t don’t like you,” Yoongi sighed and ruffled his black hair, Namjoon somewhere off to drink with a few girls could be heard close to the end of the counter. Hoseok saw the older quickly glancing at their common friend. “I don’t know what Namjoon told you, but I don’t hate you or anything, so,” he drowned his drink and looked quickly at Hoseok before getting off his chair, paying his drink and slowly leaving for the door.
That’s the longest Yoongi has ever talked to him and Hoseok is still surprised, glued to his seat until he also got up and walked after Yoongi, who was already out of the bar.
“Then what?” Hoseok almost yelled after him, trying to catch up. He needed to know, he really does and he doesn’t know why there was the sudden need.
“It’s nothing. It’s literally nothing so don’t bother,” Yoongi answered while walking along the sidewalk, Hoseok next to him. His hoodie was thick enough to keep him warm, but Hoseok was only wearing a thin shirt, wasn’t he wearing a jacket before?
Yoongi watched as the hot air left Hoseok’s mouth in small puffs as he breathed out. They long stopped walking, the bar still close enough to hear the faint music and people going in and out.
“But it bothers me,” Hoseok says in the earnest tone he can muster, his skin rising in goosebumps because of the cold air. Yoongi lifts an eyebrow, his head tilted slightly.
Hoseok didn’t notice how weird it sounded and with the way he said it, so suggestive and could be interpreted as if Hoseok wanted Yoongi to like him. Well, he does.
“We’re both Namjoon’s friend, I want to get along with you.” Hoseok watched Yoongi nod and purse his lips slightly, it was a weird look but also cute.
“Please be honest with me and tell me why you don’t like me.” He knows he’s annoying and that’s probably why Yoongi doesn’t like him. Hoseok just wants to know so he can carry on with his life and stop thinking about Yoongi and his stupid perfect face.
The older huffed out a breath and pushed his hands into the pocket or his hoodie.
“You were distracting me. During the project and in that bar, even when I’m over at Namjoon’s and your place.”
“But what do you mean by distracting ?” Hoseok watched Yoongi sigh and pull up his hood before starting to walk again. He doesn’t get an answer, Hoseok can just watch how Yoongi’s back disappears behind the corner.
The air was cold around him when Yoongi was gone, he didn’t notice how cold his skin was before. He retreated back into the bar, locating his friend who was still in the corner taking shots with his fellow classmates.
Hoseok walks over and pulls Namjoon away from the crowd, even though the other protested loudly.
“You’re gonna tell me now what’s up with Yoongi,” He watches Namjoon try to comprehend the words that were just thrown at him, his brain probably working so delayed because of the liquor that’s already in his system.
Namjoon groans as he let his body slump against the wall, supporting his body.
“Just give that man some peace,” Namjoon groans and takes his phone into his hand, looking at the clock and huffing out an alcoholic smelling breath.
“You were giving him a hard time in the studio it’s not like that he wants to kill you or something.” Hoseok tried really hard to put one and two together, Namjoon is probably right but Hoseok just can’t.
“But why, tell me why and I will stop. Pinky-promise,” Hoseok held out his right pinky finger, waiting for Namjoon to take it. The other didn’t, he just slumped more against the wall and tried hard to keep his eyes open.
“Of course you would want to do the pinky-promise thing, Yoongi would probably love to see that,” he murmurs and Hoseok has to lean in to understand it.
“What do you mean?” Hoseok almost believed that he won’t get anything out of Namjoon anymore with how he looked like he slept while standing against the wall. The music was still loud and the people around them seemed to get louder too. Hoseok was about to dump Namjoon into the back of this bar and wait for him to regain the ability to walk so they can leave.
“Yoongi thinks you’re cute, dumbass,” Namjoon laughs and pushes himself off the wall, almost falling into Hoseok’s arms as he almost trips over his own feet.
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Hoseok quickly gets into the train, smile big on his lips and the music loud in his ears. He was on his way to the studio, the very studio where Yoongi might be at. Namjoon was probably sleeping in the back of Seokjin’s car now, drunk and probably drooling on his own shirt.
His knee bounced and he couldn’t fight his smile, the old lady on the other side was already looking at him and the one guy rolled his eyes. He probably had a bad day at work but Hoseok didn’t care. The only thing he cared about now was Yoongi, who thought he was cute and didn’t hate him. Yoongi, who himself was cute and attractive, the one Yoongi that Hoseok didn’t mind dating at all .
Only when he stood in front of the glass door did he notice how strange he must look. Namjoon’s jacket draped over his body so he wouldn’t freeze himself to death , as Seokjin told him when they got Namjoon in the backseat. His smile still on his lips and brain empty. He didn’t think about what he was doing when he sat down in the train and drove across the town just to get to the studio. He wasn’t even sure if Yoongi was there, only a slurring Namjoon gave him the information that he must be there.
He knocked nonetheless, at first not imagining to get an answer from the other side but there was one. A grumble, barely audible but still there. Hoseok’s heart was hammering in his chest as he opened the door and saw Yoongi sitting or more laying in his desk chair.
“Hey Yoongi,” Hoseok laughed at the scene, Yoongi’s eyes shooting open when he heard Hoseok calling out his name. He instantly sat up in his seat.
“Hoseok,” he says turning around in his desk and faced the monitor. “What are you doing here.” He suddenly started working on something and Hoseok closed the door behind his back, taking a seat close to Yoongi.
Now knowing that Yoongi doesn’t hate him makes Hoseok notice all those shy actions. He was a little shy and bad with words and Hoseok can work with that.
“I thought I might distract you a little more,” taking a seat on the chair Namjoon usually sits in gives him a clear look on Yoongi’s side profile. The screen was shining on his face and Hoseok admired the shape of it, the strong jaw being clenched after his tongue swiped along his bottom lip. Hoseok heard the older sigh under his breath before he shortly glanced at Hoseok from the side.
“I told you to forget about it,” Yoongi mumbled and Hoseok noticed how the fingers on his left hand fiddled with the edge of his keyboard. Hoseok took off Namjoon’s jacket because the studio was rather small and the heater was turned on. Yet, Yoongi sat there with his thick hoodie and cap on his head. Hoseok wore a thin shirt and he was still sweating.
Yoongi probably wished that Hoseok doesn’t notice how he was just clicking random sites on the computer, some shopping sites and some book recessions. Hoseok couldn’t fight his smile.
Suddenly he remembered what Namjoon slurred in the bar half an hour ago.
“I’ll forget about it, pinky-promise,” Hoseok laughed out at how ridiculous he must sound and look with his pinky finger almost in front of Yoongi’s face. He saw Yoongi fight a small smile when he bit his lip slightly, thinking Hoseok wouldn’t notice.
“What are you doing?” The older leaned his head away and on his palm as his head was supported by his arm. Hoseok laughed out loud when he noticed Yoongi’s ears turning red.
“Trying to show you how cute I am so you don’t hate me anymore,” Hoseok watched Yoongi lift the same eyebrow as he did before, visibly confused. He turned in his chair again, scratching behind his ear.
“I already said I don’t hate you,” they almost sat knee-to-knee with Yoongi trying to look at Hoseok without smiling and Hoseok shamelessly smiling towards him. Yoongi let his hand fall to his thigh, his own fingers enlaced in his lap. “Namjoon told you, didn’t he?”
“Of course he did.” Hoseok let his hand dive through his hair, blond strands almost falling into his eyes. He definitely needed to go to the hairdresser.
Hoseok watched Yoongi sigh again and then smile, not even fighting it anymore.
“So,” Hoseok dragged out while scooting closer to Yoongi, sitting on the edge of the chair. “You think I’m cute and that’s been distracting you?”
“Don’t do that okay? You already know,” Suddenly, there was a large hand on Hoseok’s thigh as Yoongi scooted closer, too. There was a burning sensation underneath his jeans, his heart beating faster than usual.
“But you don’t know that I think you’re handsome,” Hoseok answers, failing to get even closer with how he almost fell from the edge of the chair.
“No, I didn’t know,” Yoongi answered as his eyes flickered down to Hoseok’s lips, the latter doing the same. The studio seemed too small and too big at the same time.
“You want to get lunch sometime? Or coffee or whatever,” Hoseok listened to what Yoongi said but didn’t wait with getting closer, he was the one who kissed Yoongi first in the small studio.